Too Late for Logic: G1 Hook, G1 First Aid
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ayngelcatTitle: Too Late for Logic
Universe: G1
Rating: PG
Characters: Hook, First Aid
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, or any of the characters or scenarios from the series within this story
Prompt: #2 Patriotism is the virtue of the vicious.
Notes: First Aid's beginning with Hook was here. This is how it ended. Not an easy prompt, but a good excuse for more character and world building. And to do a ffull set - yay! probably the last chance I will get for a while.
Too Late for Logic
Background: Excerpt from the journal of First Aid: Why war is Futile
When the Quintessons designed the Cybertronians, it is a well known fact that they designed two categories of robot, the commercial and the military. But what is not commonly known is that the military were not initially intended as such. They were originally the workers. Tough, hardly, designed to extract the resources of Cybertron to provide the merchant and elite castes.
When the revolution took place and Kaon was automated, attempts by the Prime regime to assist these redundant workers failed. I believe this was due to the inability of the Iacon Government to understand their dire predicament of poverty and distress, as well as to realize how affluently Iaconians fared by comparison.
This was regrettable. As many Kaonese went willingly to Megatron’s services, believing a better life to be in store. It is remarkable how, in circumstances such as these, violence and domination are so easily redefined as an inevitable element of progress and change. It is regrettable that this was not seen for what it was. I truly believe that appeasing the needs of Decepticon followers could have averted conflict – although other more forceful methods of indoctrination may, of course, have rendered this difficult.
………………………
Just before the war:
“Why are you doing this?” First Aid stood in the doorway, a picture of angry indignation. Later on, this would, perhaps, have been considered out of character. But at that time, less than peaceful exchanges between the lovers had become part of the course of their turbulent affair.
Hook did not answer. He continued loading things into the box marked "Destination: Kaon Headquarters" and stamped with a Decepticon insignia, his face set in a mask of resignation.
Used to the silent treatment, First Aid was undeterred. “It doesn’t have to be like this!”
The green medic darkened. “It is over between us, First Aid. I have nothing to say to you. “
“Why?” First Aid burst out, coming into the room to stand next to the pile of boxes. “You’re worth so much more than this. You’re – a genius, Hook!”
Hook kept his attention on the box, taking out the topmost items and rearranging them. “Believe me, I know of my qualities,” he said smoothly. “But tell that to Optimus and his cronies in Iacon!” To them, I can assure you …” he grimaced, “I’m just a lowlife Kaonese – like all the rest.”
“That’s not true!” First Aid cried. “Everyone knows the background from which you come, Hook. There are plenty on Iacon who consider you remarkable. And all the better Doctor for having seen the – the Kaonese side of life!”
At that, Hook stopped and looked up at him. A sneer crossed his faceplates. “Really? Well, that is interesting! You, who’ve always said how ‘unsocial’ I am; how I don’t ‘talk’ enough about myself, my ‘feelings.’ Well tell me First Aid - how would they know? “
He returned to the box. “You know very well that doesn’t even come into it! In Iacon they think I’m an – up himself weirdo was the term I think I heard used.”
First Aid was silent. The truth was, many did find Hook difficult. Arrogant, eccentric, hard to get along with, creepy. And they didn’t understand his ‘outside’ interests or the former worker clan members who were his friends. But First Aid did not want to get into an argument about the ‘Constructicons,’ as they called themselves. Besides which, it was hypocritical to argue the point.
“Look – it doesn’t matter what they think. You’ve saved lives, Hook,” he said instead. “And you love what you do, and you’re clever. You can use your talents for peaceful purposes. If enough professionals abstain from taking either side, the conflict will not gain momentum.”
Hook looked up at him. “And why should I not want to take a side?” he said. “As a matter of fact, I do want to take a side! The side that will bring about change, which will give the Kaonese a chance! The side which will stop the Iaconians having everything. And Megatron is at least honest in his quest of power. He does not hide behind some guise of self righteousness.”
“All right, the Autobots aren’t perfect!” First Aid stood his ground, putting his hands on his hips. “But they try! The situation in Kaon, it’s not all their doing. They don’t always understand. The demise of the caste system was always going to mean – casualties –in the short term, anyway. You know this!”
Their optics locked, and something of the passion they had for each other, the awe each had for the other’s abilities was there; the very element which had drawn them together, and overcome the constant conflict from their highly differing personalities and philosophies and made their time together so unique. Hook sighed.
“Look, it’s not just that,” he said, putting the lid on the box, and then sitting down heavily on it. “Ask yourself, what has the Prime regime done to advance the cause of Cybertron in the universe? Nothing! There’s no planetary pride in this place at all and you can see why! “ His face took on the resigned look again. “Megatron will move things forward. He has already made his mark on new worlds and he will stride forward and conquer more. Cybertron will become great among the councils of the quadrants and we will all benefit. Just now it is – an insignificant source of amusement.”
Sadly, First Aid shook his head. “Hook, please, listen. Patriotism is one thing, but it can also be - nothing more than a refuge for the vicious. I believe Megatron and his supporters are – extremely vicious. So much so that many Kaonese will – end up worse off than they were before. There are other, better solutions.”
Hook did not answer, he folded his arms and looked at the floor. There was a long silence as the medic forced from his processor the logic, the truth in what his lover was saying. Silence whilst he reinforced within his conscious awareness pool his previous reasoning, forced it to override. That way, it was easier to bear the facts - that it was too late.
“I do not have a choice,” he said. “Megatron has already – called us to him. My curriculum has already included activities – outside – of medical ones. …” he swallowed. “The Crystal City – that was our doing.”
Slowly, First Aid raised his head to stare at him, his optics wide with non comprehension and horrified disbelief. “Wh … what?”
Hook got up again. “You need to leave,” he said, taking down another box.
Universe: G1
Rating: PG
Characters: Hook, First Aid
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, or any of the characters or scenarios from the series within this story
Prompt: #2 Patriotism is the virtue of the vicious.
Notes: First Aid's beginning with Hook was here. This is how it ended. Not an easy prompt, but a good excuse for more character and world building. And to do a ffull set - yay! probably the last chance I will get for a while.
Too Late for Logic
Background: Excerpt from the journal of First Aid: Why war is Futile
When the Quintessons designed the Cybertronians, it is a well known fact that they designed two categories of robot, the commercial and the military. But what is not commonly known is that the military were not initially intended as such. They were originally the workers. Tough, hardly, designed to extract the resources of Cybertron to provide the merchant and elite castes.
When the revolution took place and Kaon was automated, attempts by the Prime regime to assist these redundant workers failed. I believe this was due to the inability of the Iacon Government to understand their dire predicament of poverty and distress, as well as to realize how affluently Iaconians fared by comparison.
This was regrettable. As many Kaonese went willingly to Megatron’s services, believing a better life to be in store. It is remarkable how, in circumstances such as these, violence and domination are so easily redefined as an inevitable element of progress and change. It is regrettable that this was not seen for what it was. I truly believe that appeasing the needs of Decepticon followers could have averted conflict – although other more forceful methods of indoctrination may, of course, have rendered this difficult.
………………………
Just before the war:
“Why are you doing this?” First Aid stood in the doorway, a picture of angry indignation. Later on, this would, perhaps, have been considered out of character. But at that time, less than peaceful exchanges between the lovers had become part of the course of their turbulent affair.
Hook did not answer. He continued loading things into the box marked "Destination: Kaon Headquarters" and stamped with a Decepticon insignia, his face set in a mask of resignation.
Used to the silent treatment, First Aid was undeterred. “It doesn’t have to be like this!”
The green medic darkened. “It is over between us, First Aid. I have nothing to say to you. “
“Why?” First Aid burst out, coming into the room to stand next to the pile of boxes. “You’re worth so much more than this. You’re – a genius, Hook!”
Hook kept his attention on the box, taking out the topmost items and rearranging them. “Believe me, I know of my qualities,” he said smoothly. “But tell that to Optimus and his cronies in Iacon!” To them, I can assure you …” he grimaced, “I’m just a lowlife Kaonese – like all the rest.”
“That’s not true!” First Aid cried. “Everyone knows the background from which you come, Hook. There are plenty on Iacon who consider you remarkable. And all the better Doctor for having seen the – the Kaonese side of life!”
At that, Hook stopped and looked up at him. A sneer crossed his faceplates. “Really? Well, that is interesting! You, who’ve always said how ‘unsocial’ I am; how I don’t ‘talk’ enough about myself, my ‘feelings.’ Well tell me First Aid - how would they know? “
He returned to the box. “You know very well that doesn’t even come into it! In Iacon they think I’m an – up himself weirdo was the term I think I heard used.”
First Aid was silent. The truth was, many did find Hook difficult. Arrogant, eccentric, hard to get along with, creepy. And they didn’t understand his ‘outside’ interests or the former worker clan members who were his friends. But First Aid did not want to get into an argument about the ‘Constructicons,’ as they called themselves. Besides which, it was hypocritical to argue the point.
“Look – it doesn’t matter what they think. You’ve saved lives, Hook,” he said instead. “And you love what you do, and you’re clever. You can use your talents for peaceful purposes. If enough professionals abstain from taking either side, the conflict will not gain momentum.”
Hook looked up at him. “And why should I not want to take a side?” he said. “As a matter of fact, I do want to take a side! The side that will bring about change, which will give the Kaonese a chance! The side which will stop the Iaconians having everything. And Megatron is at least honest in his quest of power. He does not hide behind some guise of self righteousness.”
“All right, the Autobots aren’t perfect!” First Aid stood his ground, putting his hands on his hips. “But they try! The situation in Kaon, it’s not all their doing. They don’t always understand. The demise of the caste system was always going to mean – casualties –in the short term, anyway. You know this!”
Their optics locked, and something of the passion they had for each other, the awe each had for the other’s abilities was there; the very element which had drawn them together, and overcome the constant conflict from their highly differing personalities and philosophies and made their time together so unique. Hook sighed.
“Look, it’s not just that,” he said, putting the lid on the box, and then sitting down heavily on it. “Ask yourself, what has the Prime regime done to advance the cause of Cybertron in the universe? Nothing! There’s no planetary pride in this place at all and you can see why! “ His face took on the resigned look again. “Megatron will move things forward. He has already made his mark on new worlds and he will stride forward and conquer more. Cybertron will become great among the councils of the quadrants and we will all benefit. Just now it is – an insignificant source of amusement.”
Sadly, First Aid shook his head. “Hook, please, listen. Patriotism is one thing, but it can also be - nothing more than a refuge for the vicious. I believe Megatron and his supporters are – extremely vicious. So much so that many Kaonese will – end up worse off than they were before. There are other, better solutions.”
Hook did not answer, he folded his arms and looked at the floor. There was a long silence as the medic forced from his processor the logic, the truth in what his lover was saying. Silence whilst he reinforced within his conscious awareness pool his previous reasoning, forced it to override. That way, it was easier to bear the facts - that it was too late.
“I do not have a choice,” he said. “Megatron has already – called us to him. My curriculum has already included activities – outside – of medical ones. …” he swallowed. “The Crystal City – that was our doing.”
Slowly, First Aid raised his head to stare at him, his optics wide with non comprehension and horrified disbelief. “Wh … what?”
Hook got up again. “You need to leave,” he said, taking down another box.
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Date: 2011-06-03 07:35 am (UTC)It's very interesting how Hook felt the need to tell First Aid about Crystal City. His motives aren't completely clear to me (which is fine, as this is First Aid's POV, and they're not clear to him either), but it seems to be a combination of feeling as though he owes First Aid a proper explanation, and wanting to tell him something that will properly sever any bonds of fondness between them.
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Date: 2011-06-03 07:56 am (UTC)It's also a way to sever the relationship, but providing some empathy for Hook other than his reasoning as to why the Cons were worth joining. Empathy which not only First Aid but the reader might get for Hook too - as I have discovered when writing about potentially not nice characters (and Hook ain't that nice) there has to be some point at which they can get a readers sympathy, or the readers hate them! I don't actually want people to thank Primus First Aid was shot of Hook - I want them to see it as all rather sad!
Anyway, thanks for that feedback. This was quite tricky to do in the time and what you've highlighted could probably do with clarifying when I've slept on it :P
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Date: 2011-06-03 08:23 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-06-03 01:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-03 02:34 pm (UTC)I have only just started to consider this interesting pairing and the complex circumstances which surround it, and I really did not know how it would figure out - especially writing this in the time limit!
Your comment was very encouraging :D